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“Bronwyn, this is Kyla. The actress in Pushing Daisy.”
Bronwyn considered me for a moment.
“Isaac tells me you don’t have an agent yet?”
I nodded.
“That’s right.”
Bronwyn’s penciled eyebrows shot up.
“How is that possible? Dear, you’regorgeous. I’ve seen some of the raw footage from the movie and I can’t believe nobody’s representing you yet.”
“Kyla’s new to the industry,” Isaac explained. “She doesn’t have a publicist either.”
Bronwyn’s lip twitched.
“Well, let’s change that immediately. If you’re willing to sign with me, I can start sending you to auditions as soon as you’ve taken head shots, and I can send my photographer over today.”
I felt dizzy. It was happening so fast and felt so promising… except there was one thing I needed to confess.
“There’s something you should know.” I winced, knowing that after the way Preston reacted, this could be a deal breaker. “I have a… prosthetic leg.”
Bronwyn seemed unfazed.
“I know, dear, Isaac told me. You don’t need to worry about that. Investors drool over authentic casting choices these days, and I have no doubt that you’ll find plenty of work.”
My chest felt light. It sounded like Bronwyn had nothing but good news for me, and that wasn’t something I was used to. True to her word, she sent a photographer to Isaac’s house within an hour and after his personal makeup artist made me look more awake than I actually was, he spent two hours taking photos.
“Are you sure I’m not too jetlagged?” I asked.
The photographer tilted his camera so he could show me his viewfinder.
“Not at all. You look gorgeous yet thoughtful, and your smile? Radiant.”
His compliment made me smile even wider as he snapped more pictures. By the time he left, I was exhausted and ready for bed, something that Isaac had anticipated.
“One last surprise,” he said with a smile as the doorbell rang. “And then I promise you can sleep.”
He disappeared in the direction of the foyer and returned with Wyatt and Dean.
“Believe it or not, I think I’m even too tired for sex.” I tried to calculate how many hours I’d been awake for. Between the long flight and the time zone difference… nope, my brain wasn’t capable of those sorts of numbers right now.
“We expected that,” Dean said, and held up a basket containing bottles of massage oil and rolled-up towels.
“We thought we’d try something else instead,” Wyatt added. “Something that focuses all our attention on you.”
Isaac took my hand and led me up another spiral staircase, which led to a long hallway. Did all these doors lead to bedrooms, I wondered? Isaac led me into the first sun-drenched room, which held a massive bed that was covered with pillows. He pressed a button on an electronic panel that had been installed next to the door. The curtains closed themselves and the lights dimmed.
“Yes please,” I murmured, as the men worked together to undress me, kissing every inch of bare skin as they worked. Once I was naked, Isaac led me to the bed and eased me down on my stomach. I heard a bottle click open and closed, and a few seconds later, felt cool liquid being spread over my back. Six hands worked on different muscles, kneading them into a state of total relaxation. They rolled me over on my back and did the same to the front of my body, their movements becoming gentle as they worked on my breasts and pelvic area.
And then I heard a buzzing sound.
I lay back with my eyes closed, on the verge of sleep, as Wyatt massaged my clit with a vibrator until I came.
As I snuggled into the pillows and fell into a deep sleep between Dean and Wyatt, I was certain of one thing and one thing only: now that I was in Hollywood, anything was possible.
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